Thursday, January 10, 2013


Leaves and vines and flowers in porcelain. The red stain: clay. Tried making a mold; didn't work.

White is glaring, examining, purifying. Find it imposing, comforting, all rolled into one.

Such a pain to clean, white. Holds stains with sticky fingers. Reminding, remembering, always there.

Without the remembering, we'd vanish; without the reminding, we'd forget.

There was frost on the bird feeder yesterday, all jagged edges, a haze of frosting on a verdigris cake.

Learning to live with glaring white is illuminating.

Resting, knowing, it holds reminders, memories like a string of porcelain vines...


It's raining...another grey day. Callou! Callay! Off to write a paper on Voltaire and outline two short films. I'm taking a screen writing class this term. Yikes! Talk about stretching myself as a writer. Good experience, I tell myself. If nothing else, it will teach me to communicate in far fewer words. Heaven knows I love those big word counts!

Happy Wednesday,


  1. Screenplays? That would be a fun class.

  2. Sounds like my kind of class! LOVE the poem btw. Goes well with the gorgeous pic. :-)

  3. nice...the screenwriting class sounds fun....

  4. Love the "frosting" musings...
    Screen writing class? Enjoy the new challenge... stretch the creativity... and most of all, have fun!

  5. The screenwriting class sounds fantastic. It will teach you so much about telling a story, story arc, and character development. You can translate that to your novels, too.

  6. Beautiful post. Good luck with all of your work!

  7. Wow, screenplays! What fun. Know your papers will be great. Happy New Year, Jen. I know it's going to be a good one.

  8. Thanks for stopping by, Jen. So excited for you. Only four more months. Yay! Ain't DONE a nice word? :)))


Well, hello! I'm so glad you made it. Come inside and sit by the hearth. I'll take your coat and hat. The kettle is singing and there's cake and candles and good conversation. Settle in and make yourself at home. Don't mind the wolfhounds; they're friendly if you give them a bit of lemon curd.